Sprinkle black peppers pleaseover my yellow omeletteLike a gold dust drizzle over seaI whiff yellow yolk and peppered glaire – partly stewedand chew my fingersWhere is my omelette?Oh..Oh my…It is raining black pepper dust!My eyes blisterRain keep coming down the streetYet no water to launder my eyesRed liquid choked my eyesLike a omelette, with added spice…Water billowing up from between her legsmade me cry, metallic stomp;I hit a hipster on the neck with crow beakLiquid red salt ran all over pepper dust on the street;I later stand on my feet and a parrot kiss me good byeI bite her mandible, she screech in ecstasy!A baby elephant laughs in pleasure from a distance,I smirk at her sorelyshe walks towards me, in two legsrolls her trunk and make black capsulesshe suckle me capsulesA glass of water please!!!

For readers who couldn’t follow the flow, I have tried to illustrate the mind of the protagonist who is suffering from Schizophrenia (A chronic and severe mental disorder that affects how a person thinks, feels, and behaves) and has unclear or confused thinking symptoms. Though the illusions are surreal, it exists for him. The protagonist is hospitalized and the events described above are his delusions which are the by-products of realism or hyperboles of actual happenings.

The old puff dog cracked chicken claw
with his torn jaw
And tricycle man wore a black
varicose Vein cover — spiralled legs
He chase thy swarm of flies on a war
for sliced red melons
with a cloth in tatter, don’t think it matter
powdered red chillies in salt water!

She swirl towards wine red melons
Smilin’on tricycle, harder;
His wings took to air like a bomber
She pierce musca abdomens
akin kerosene queue Indians
her thorax jolted by cotton cloth strike
often she twist through cloth holes

Alas she manage
to suck mesocarp juice,
it was spicy; powdered chilly
mixed with hot melon water;
she loved the rind juice instead!
She fly back with open antennas
Housefly on Watermelon…

This crow is peckish
dark blackish, his beak
is red hot sun
Sometimes orange
warm as sun;
He ain’t eaten a week
He is weak
He is peckish
Lord human offer him
Some spiders, like black
snake egg walking
with eight thin fingers
capped by a small lizard egg
with two spicy curved fingers;
His wings like dry fish black bones
in tatters with no feathers
He is cynical on spiders
served for a full meal
His eyes like electric eel
and spinning Yellow liquid wheel…
Lord human offer him
a rat, who’s umbilicus
tinted with red paint
his tail long like red-black neolate
This crow hee and haw
like a water hippo sun bath
He poke the rat umbilicus
with his claw later with
his rook mandibles and
pull out rose noodles
out of dead rat belly;
Rat for crow
He ain’t stable
capers on aluminium cable
Rat for crow!

She jump beneath the red
suave terra firma, piercing
the gravity, smooch orange
gooey acid with her bean
Bite the rubber butt of
the first lady romancing
in the white cotton beach
Puke exquisitely
on black mommy duck
beneath her nape
like a barrel of red velvet balls
horribly outta shape
Quacks loud like a
damaged sax in the
ears of stout farmers who
live down the lane
boneless dogs chase her
like Fatsos in treadmills
She hunts tiny green phosphorous
worms for fun,
never eats one;
Pipes smoke,
Patterns of pig snout kill yellow flies;
Pokes rose swine with
yellow like enamel coated tacks
on her yani and tack drawings
on her crevice – Liquid red salt
ran below swine sheath…
Despicable lumberjacks hunt her
during white Christmas
she runs cock block like a
square fucking male chicken
She slobber over them while frying,
Puke on them while eating…

Dribble of blue sperms
flowing through his green flippers
are heavenly orgasms;
He propels through black space
crossing spheroid and
super luminous spiral galaxies…
China pink double helix
patterns around umbilicus are
illustrations of pink snakes concoction
Green flukes bops for
the clanks of murky-black hushes
He is a lime tubular-egg shape
large as Laniakea Supercluster, who
Pukes luminous infrared gas
forming hoops of bay and vistas
of gargantuan galactic clusters
He slumbers deep in
meditation after aeons
of dark void voyage;
His pupil is a titanic black hole
Slurping scleras of nebulla hyperboles
He is The ‘Yereq Nephil Shemen Tannin’

A brown warm worm dig deep in musky clay
gape at me, with his chest full of black mud spray
I blow him with my stinky mint puff, eh!
he veil a sprig which shine grey;
I brush my Orange round necky-belly covering, say
T-shirt– erupts a sneeze of doom
make my pitch black moustache alignment lose its way
Ginger God, It’s freezing for the month of May
I perceive the sun through a prism of dewdrop, still on its stay
Scatter a rainbow of colors, which twinsets my rubbery play

My Green and Brown Journey grow faster and slower
I drank old wine, stowed in my silver polyethylene tumbler
An orange rock lodged oxygen and hydrogen atom shower
drizzled by Red haired tree monkeys of quarter!
Beak Birds chirp sighting, a melange of Musk melon water
and salty tinge of Jack Rabbit’s matter…
A bison graze, his black needles grew colder
He seldom minds thy chillness; busy bloating his belly fatter
I touch the joy of what nature offer
Not my work but this really matter…
A lot matter!

I am an expressionistic surrealistist, a postmodern hedonist, an unstructured deconsctructionist and scientific spiritualist who seeks pleasure in writing my thoughts.
I write poetry embracing postmodernism, surrealism & neo-expressionism and to an extent analyse patterns and trends of dynamic data as part of my profession. A voracious globetrotter, who like visiting places and immerse in the symphony of nature. Dream is to play Pink ball cricket in a lush green English ground. I take inspirations from Captain Beef-heart, Derrida, James Joyce, Salvador Dali & Eminem.
Have huge respect for Writers & the Painters out there. Working on my E-book ‘Rainbow Debris’ which is an anthology of poems. Wish to converse with you!